Page 28 of Lustful Nights

“Okay,” he whispers, pulling back to line his shaft up with my lips. I open them wide, welcoming him in. He plays around, wiping his precum on my lips as though he is applying lipstick to my mouth with his dick.

“Are you ever going to stick it in?” I mumble, my tongue coming out to lap up a drop of his precum.

“That’s what he said,” he chuckles before a long moan escapes him. “Fuck, your beard is everything. The tingles it sends down my spine as it brushes my balls.”

Unable to wait another second, I grab his ass cheeks tightly, pulling him into my mouth. His legs tremble as I suck him hard, my hands not letting go of his backside. He thrusts lightly and I push him farther into my mouth, showing him it’s okay to be rougher. He takes the hint, shoving himself deeper down. I work him vigorously and quickly, allowing him to use my mouth to his satisfaction. It isn’t long until he’s shooting down my throat, moaning loudly in relief. I lap up every drop, only taking a breath once he pulls himself out of me. He shimmies down my body, resting his head on my chest.

I have never sucked a dick before in my life. But seeing Lennox unravel for me has me yearning to do it over and over again. There wasn’t one part of me that was nervous or unsure about doing it. I’ve been all in with Lennox since the moment my lips first touched his. Seeing how much Lennox loved sucking my cock had me needing to do the same thing to him. And fuck,am I glad I did. The taste of Lennox is something I don’t see myself ever tiring of.

“Fuck, let’s do that again. I never got to show you what I brought.”

“Oh, don’t worry. We’re going to do it multiple times if I have any say in it. So, you’ll have plenty of time to show me.”

The mattress dips beside me as Lennox slides back into the bed.

“Hmm,” I groan, pulling his body closer to mine. “It was cold in here without you.”

Lennox chuckles, wrapping his arms tightly around me. “I’ll get you warm.” His lips find my chest as one of his hands starts playing with the silver bar in my nipple. “Did it hurt to get this pierced?”

“A little at first. More so, all the rubbing against the fabric after. But it was worth the pain.”

“Would you ever get your dick pierced?”

I grimace at the thought of sticking a needle through my cock. “Uh, I’m not sure about that. Maybe. And that’s averystrong maybe.”

“Well, I like the nipple piercings. Very sexy.”

We lie in bed for a little while longer before begrudgingly deciding to get up and ready for the day. We take a leisurely shower before getting dressed. Lennox dresses in one of my shirts. I didn’t even give him the option. When he was still under the water, I grabbed him a shirt of mine to put on. I love seeing him walk around my space in my clothes.

We’re sitting on the couch watching TV when Lennox turns to face me. “Will you teach me to cook something? Something easy, of course. I was thinking maybe scrambled eggs?”

“That should be simple enough. Come on.” I lightly tap his thigh, getting him to stand up with me.

I walk into the kitchen, Lennox trailing behind me. I snatch a bowl out of the cabinet while Lennox rummages around in my fridge, coming up with the eggs.

“Okay, take this and crack six into the container. Make sure not to get any shells in it.”

“I know how to break some eggs, Jensen.”

Leaning against the counter, I watch as Lennox tries to break the eggs into the bowl. Lennox smashes the first one on the edge of the dish, a few shell pieces getting into the bowl. He whips around, looking at me, a sheepish grin on his face.

“The first one always gets shells in,” he tells me, picking out the small bits that dropped.

I snicker loudly, nodding my head. He crushes the second egg, and a couple more shells falling in. “Okay, try this.” I walk over to Lennox, standing right behind him. I place my hands over his, guiding them as we break the next egg together. “You don’t have to hit so hard. A gentle crack is enough to get it open.”

We break open the rest, my hands helping to guide Lennox through each one. After tossing the shells in the trash, I hand Lennox a whisk, chuckling as he tries to blend the eggs together.

“Oh my god, they won’t mix. Why won’t they mix?” he asks, turning the beater faster.

“Here, try this.” I take control again, helping him beat the eggs. I let go, grabbing the milk from the fridge and adding a splash.

“Milk? Is that why my eggs always suck? Because I don’t add milk?”

“It’s probably that and the fact that you get shells all in them, too.”

“Sooo funny, Jensen.”

“But no, not everyone adds milk. I only do it because that’s how I was taught.”

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